Never Play with Blood fey

Sealed

        Martin was mighty confused, why was Ciaran so intent on separating him from Nate? When he voiced his opinion, the only answer he got was “You’re mine now.” Martin stumbled “What the hell do you mean I am ‘yours’ now? You don’t own me!” Ciaran just grinned as he pulled him along seemingly endless corridors. “I do now.” Martin glared, and gasped as he was forced on silk sheets. Ciaran gave him a chance to grasp the situation. “What are you doing?” He yelled as Ciaran started to fuss with his clothes. Ciaran looked at him as if things weren’t clear “Getting rid of your clothes.” He shrugged as Martin made a sound of protest, his hands weakly trying to shove his away. “No…Stop…Please…” Ciaran smirked, Martin was obviously effected by his seducing scent.

        Ciaran was different from most fey. He was as most fey beautiful and enchanting. The only difference was  that he could also produce a scent that would make anyone lose their heads. In some cases literally. From the moment he met Martin all those months ago he knew he was going to be different. He knew Martin wasn’t going lose his, he was after all nearly immune to all kinds of fey magic and seducing. That made him all the more exciting for Ciaran. He loved a challenge, and Martin wasn’t disappointing him at all. What usually took Ciaran hours to establish first contact, took with Martin days, even weeks. It made taking Martin in any shape or form all the sweeter to Ciaran. Martin looked up dazed at him, not fully understanding what was going on. As he laid dazedly on the silk Ciaran got rid of his own clothes and reached for him. Once he made contact with Ciaran’s naked body, his own seemed to come alive. Gasping as Ciaran’s wondering hands roamed his skin lovingly. His skin tingled, as he arched towards the roaming hands.

        Gasping as his breath left his lungs in a whoosh, Oisin glared at him for his disobedience. Nate still a little dazed of the impact, started to struggle anew against his hold. “Stop your struggling Nate.” Something in Oisin’s voice struck a deep primitive part of Nate and he immediately stops struggling. Oisin gently caressed the side of his face, almost like he actually like he wanted to commit Nate’s features to memory. “I will not tolerate any disobedience, in any shape or form.” The nail of the finger that traced his face grew long. Leaving a trail of red in its wake. “Do I make myself clear?” Ante hung his head “Yes my Lord.” Oisin released him “Good”

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       Martin shook his head as he thought of that day his life changed for good. Over the decades he came to accept their need to do whatever it was that made them hunt and kill people. The blood fey it seemed was a minority among fey; for they did all the gruesome work left behind by the other fey. The blood fey were as the others called them the clean up crew. They could only cross the line into the human world on Halloween, unlike the rest of the fey who could cross it whenever they wanted.He and Nate fitted in perfectly: Nate as one of the hounds and lover King Oisin. Martin was the body collector. Martin was the person who presented the blood fey with a large amount of people to either kill or convert. The other fey started to get a little worried when they noticed the increase of blood fey. They never really worried about them, but now that their numbers are growing they want to intervene.

       Smiling into his drink as the first blood-curling howl of a hound echoed through the air, Martin turned to watch his partner in crime a female called Willow shiver with excitement. This was her first ‘hunt’ as they called it. She was converted on his latest hunt:  a smart woman with a keen nose for business. Something Martin could appreciate in a partner: Ciaran left it all up to him without giving Martin any input. “Relax darling, the show is just beginning.” It didn’t hurt that Willow looked fabulous in her costume of medieval princess. Coming up to his side she grinned, “I can’t wait for the chase to start.” She loved running; before she was converted she had been a young promising running athlete. She gave them quite a chase. Martin shook his head lightly at her eagerness “I am pretty sure you can join in later. We have guest to take care of first.” She pouted a little before resuming her duty as hostess and mingled in the slightly excited crowd. They were told that at mid night a special event would occur, and being the easy influential beings that they were they all came to the abandoned Mansion.

        As the grandfather clock announced that it was Halloween, the crowd waited anxiously for the event to happen. As custom the lights went out, some people giggled slightly nervously. Getting quite giddy at what would happen next. Well that giddiness turned into worry as soon as they heard someone in the crowd cry out in fear. The lights flopped back on and they saw the famous acting pair; Ronald and Melissa McDougal lying on the floor missing chucks of flesh. They all giggled a little until it became clear that they wouldn’t get up. Panic setting in full force when they heard chewing sounds not to far away. Then the clicking sounded: the hounds were inside. Martin and Willow watched from the top balcony the hectic scene below with a smile. Seeing as Willow couldn’t restrain herself anymore, Martin gave her the go ahead to join into the fray. With a loud, skin crawling keen she dove off the railing into the fray. Martin didn’t turn around as he felt a presence behind him. “There are a lot more than the last hunt.” Two strong arms wrapped around his waist, tugging him into a hard chest. Grinning as he felt the man's arousal “I try to do my best to deliver Ciaran.” Turning his back to all the screaming and wailing, Martin faced the one man/fey who owned him completely. Already several partygoers were getting back up as newly turned blood fey. Oisin took care of his new subject as the royal King he was.

        Tightening his grip on Martin, “I know love, I know. We will have a great hunt this year.” He said before tugging Martin to one of the bedrooms and made love to him with the screams of the dying as their background music.